14 Feb 2014

Finalmente

My first attempt at blogging, this is. At first it seems ironic that the maiden post of this blog is titled, finalmente, final in Spanish.

well, this is because of my unsuccessful umpteen efforts to write something, even as simple as a poem or as routinely as a diary. I don't know, but I just ... didn't, until now.

mainly because of this unfounded but deep rooted fear of ridicule, of scrutiny [ I am not THAT famous that I will be subject to scrutiny on that alarming level, but what's unfounded anyway then], of laying my thought process out in the open, and being judged. You get a sense of a person's nature by their writing. and thus judged. especially when it comes to acquaintances , oh so that's how you felt the other day, haww, is that what you think about me/him/her/Chris Brown/ sun/earth/insects..

You get the drift.

But if you never try, you never know crooned Coldplay.

I may never know if I write well, even if I don't, I might never improve. i may make great friends over here , for one thing I know that in today's world, online friendship lasts longer than most of actual ones. sadly

So i just said YOLO! - and wrote this post.

Although,why creating this blog was a matter of life and death for me, is still a mystery. But nevertheless.

Also, since I am using the prediction text , I've noticed to go till to , - yolo doesn't figure in it

SO wrong, haven't they incorporated it into English already?

More about me now.

I live in India. I like Andy Murray and Roger Federer. I like many other people with unpronounceable names too. About these two, i like their personality, i have zero clue about tennis,but i like to stay updated on it just to sound cool. I like humorous people. I dont exactly know what my [very cliched] sense of humor is, but I laugh on most of the jokes and bad jokes. If it is a good one, i'll be in splits but if it isnt , i still laugh on the notion that how bad can a joke get. Only that I dont tell the person, which one of 'em was the joke. Someday I would want to speak different languages Like Hrithik Roshan, in ZNMD does. So cool! But for now, I'm content with Google Translate these random phrases you'll see me using frequently.

I'm 20. That's just me saying, ZOMG! Where did I leave all those 19 years.

I love reading books. I have read a lot of books till now and gone through a lot of genres, each one a different one, compelling and a complete tear jerker, which was what I felt while reading Nicholas Sparks, JK Rowling and Twilight Series for most of those years.

But then I grew tired of it and decide to google experiment . So now I'm trying these Holocaust books, survivor tales and real life stories. Apparently, they are the flavor of the season, so tells the NYT

I'm lazy. I wish I could blame my genes for it.

Mom's a workaholic. Work/sewing/cooking/cleaning come looking for her just like trouble eventually finds Harry Potter. If she calls us all for dinner, she'd be the last at the table because she is scrubbing the kitchen floor even if she did that at supper+breakfast+lunch. If she is sitting with the family, she is picking up stray pieces of paper or dust from the carpet.

My dad,though , is self proclaimed lazy. He sits hours and hours on his laptop.[ making presentations and studying case histories of his patients]. He wont come shopping with us. [ he utilizes that time to visit his mother, in who lives in the other end of town] . He wont drive my mom to work. [ For three whole months, he used to teach her how to drive and now she drives all by herself ]

That, in no way is being lazy. That is being a good person.

My siblings are, just like me, very lazy. Maybe we inherited this from each other, if that happens at all.

Apart from being lazy and reading books, i also study in college. Not that i hate it but i dont exactly love it either. I mean, i had this indian soaps and student of the year kinda impression of college, with wind in my hair, cute and enigmatic professors and legendary college rivalries. What i turned out to be was exactly like school. Many people, less friends. Lots of things going on, none interesting. Grades.Always about Grades